Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

with my child – hoping

it, because Roger shakes

shouts, his hands still hard on my

He looks back over his shoulder and

the clearing

my head up to look at Roger’s face when

grave

feels like it drains from me.

gaze, and

other in the darkness. One covered

robes, the other…

an instant, as fast as I can go – but I can’t run now –

baby

someone tug at Rafe and my instincts kick

it is with a terrible snarl, my

mouth

his eyes wide in shock and

harm. But he speaks fast. “Ella, the

give me

every part of my poor motherly heart to hand Rafe

me screaming to hold him close, to never let

go again…

towards those forms in the darkness has

to his godfather. Roger will take

I take off,

Sinclair

blink my eyes open in the forest and wince as the bright

of my face with my

morning?

then I realize, quite

I don’t remember going

up, wary, trying

I’m not even in

Inside at all…

forest and down

running my hands over the crisp white linens. Where

soft voice says, and I whip my head up to

I blink, trying to clear my wide

so beautiful. She’s got to be she can’t

ask, my voice

the soft smile I expect, instead bursting into

she says, shaking her head and coming close to me,

down into my face. “You’ve

confused. Think about it – you know

“Am I…am I dead?”

shaking her head. “No, baby,”

I’d be worried about these questions, except Dr.

fine. You’re just really, really

up at her. But she just smiles at me again

my lap. My arms wrap around her instinctually,